Broken Lover IV

He misses her now
Misses her always
Waking, he sees her by the window
Sleeping, he swims with her in the sea

He says a name not unlike any other name
Debbie or Nancy or Tina . . .
Doesn’t matter
It’s always the same woman under the name

The biological imperatives speak through him
He channels billions of generations
Salmon swimming against the current
Longing to die in the embrace of procreation

“When is it done?”
He turns from the window
“When do I stop feeling this pain?
This thorn in my eye?”

I would that I had an answer

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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